"You want to examine Lyla to her insides? You must be crazy!" Isaiah snapped, disagreeing with my idea, which to him was crazy. He was the one who was crazy for loving a woman who wasn't his mate and believing that they were destined to be together by the Moon Goddess.
I didn't have any solid proof that Lyla wasn't his mate and she had cast him with a love spell.
Who would believe that in this modern age? Even if there wasn't, I believed that my thinking made sense.
Our modern world wasn't what I thought it would be. At first, I thought there were only werewolves in this world, but it was proven that other races also inhabited parts of the earth, and so far, our race has only tried not to believe in that fact.
When I discovered that witches are a race that had a mutual symbiosis with werewolves and vampires, I began to believe that there weren't only good sides to them but also bad ones and evil intentions.
